A Call To The Universe Comments

This is a quirky poem (I'm not sure what quirky means but it sounds right) . This begins like a confession to the universe, almost as if you broke some primal taboo. I felt fear in reading the opening section. But you took control of the situation, combining humor and gratitude, and I was relieved of that sense of fear. Was the fear my projection, or is it really there? In any case, humor and gratitude are superior gifts to the universe. Were I a god, I'd want those two acknowledgements of my (what?) authority, but religions persist in demanding - in god's name - that our fear pleases god. I prefer your universe in which gifts are given freely and in freedom accepted - with gratitude.

Despite its sorrows, indispensable to the fullest experience of living; despite its titanic loves almost never converting into day-to-day living once confronted with simple ordinary needs; I would remain with William Blake that 'Eternity is in love with the productions of time.'